‘I don’t know if I can open up
I’ve been opened enough
I don’t know if I can open up
I’m not a birthday present
I’m aggressive aggressive
The past is over
And passive seems so pathetic
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I was fated, faithful, fatal
I feel stoned and alone like a heretic
And I’m ready to meet my maker
Lazarus got no dirt on me
Lazarus got no dirt on me
I feel stoned and alone like a heretic
And I’m ready to meet my maker
Are we fated, faithful, or fatal’
- B. Warner (lyrics abridged).
Ahhhhh. Nice to find your lyrical poetry here, my friend.
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I can’t take the credit for the words. But the song resonates deeply with my mental, emotional state at this time. Nice to see you here Jac. I have missed your voice! ππ» β€οΈ π
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Haha, then you can have credit for appreciating a good set of lyrics.
Gonna have a go at poetry?
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Not much of my ‘foetry’ as I call it rhymes. But you can find several attempts on this site, if you have a scroll through my friend. Actually I think one of them does rhyme π
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Hahahaha, ‘m gonna go look.
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